[Verse 1] This ain't a letter like the first part Far as my body of work, I'd probably prefer you'd just call it a birth mark Got crooked teeth, but my shirt's starched and looking clean So f** a book or street, I'm earth-smart I had to slow it up for those that couldn't work hard Enough to catch it without crashing out like they were Earnhardt Yeah I gave my debut away without a surcharge Had to drop a cla**ic before the day that my hearse parked So for now I'm still sweating off these economic aspects Like I'm eating rappers, but not eating off of rap yet I still kick it even if I'm kneeling on my last leg But love ain't enough for you to keep an honest man fed I feel like I been living in between the lines of scrimmage Cause peace of mind ain't something that they teach in my religion Well, I guess I got a Sabbath to recover But lately I been looking up and asking for another [Spoken] See, I just got back from... British Isles Gave me a new perspective on things, so This how I feel [Verse 2] Bless the breeze, I felt hotter than Santa Fe Bombarded by gamma rays in bottles of Tanqueray Fine, y'all sit on the couch, get lost in a Madden game While opportunity knocks like saints of a latter day I got my father's green eyes to see the outside world So it's funny that they tugged me toward a brown eyed girl I'm growing out my curls and letting my beard go A rock star but far from a guitar hero If my fingers were faster, maybe I'd have been a Billy Joel C'mon son, now really, who you kidding Soul? Cause I a**ess my regrets and how I missed my goals If I had a simple flow, I'd probably be on Interscope I promised y'all the moment you downloaded my record and I swear to never break that vow for an executive Ease up, this ain't no showdown or reckoning Just thought this would be a nice time for checking in